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“Take him deeper,” a voice recommended.

I obliged, pulling off first to lick all around his dick, getting him nice and wet before taking him back into my mouth. As I worked on taking him deeper, suddenly craving the feel of him at the back of my throat, my mate behind me started to play with my body.

He gripped both of my cheeks in his hands, spreading them like he wanted a full view of every inch of me. Then he dipped his fingers into my drenched core, his barely curved fingers pressing against my inner walls. It took my blurry brain a few extra moments to figure out what he was doing—dragging out all the cum left inside me from my other mates.

When he finished, I heard him say something that had my mate in front of me pulling away. I tried to reach for him but was distracted by the fingers suddenly waving in my face. I could see the wetness dripping between the two tightly pressed fingers and I knew what my mate wanted. Leaning forward, I took them into my mouth, tasting my slick and my mates’ cum.

I cleaned off the fingers until he pulled them away. I mewled at the loss, the sound cutting off when he pressed himself against my entrance and then slowly pushed all the way inside.

Tapping against my lips, I felt the head of my other mate’s cock, not even hesitating as I licked it again, taking it into my mouth.

That taste of arousal on his tip made me suck harder, wanting more.

My two mates and I were pulled into a vicious cycle. I sucked on the berry flavored cock, making my alpha groan and flex his hips for more, effectively turning on my mate behind me, thrusting harder into my core which forced me to take my alpha deeper.

The scents of berries and spiced pumpkin somehow complemented each other. They weren’t too sweet or too fruity.

“I’m almost there,” my alpha behind me said.

Every muscle in my body seemed to understand those words, clenching down harder and releasing more slick to encourage his knot.

“Listen to me, omega.” A hand touched my cheek and I leaned into it as best I could with my head still on his cock and my neck unable to move too much. “I’m going to knot your mouth. That means you won’t be able to pull away, understand?”

All I heard was the word ‘knot’ and I was nodding my head. I wanted a knot, his knot.

The alpha growled, his frustration tainting his arousal. I didn’t like that at all.

When he tried to pull out, I felt my own panic start to rise, my instincts telling me that my alpha was rejecting me. Then he stopped pulling away just as the tip of his head was still in my mouth.

Around me, male voices were talking, and even though I couldn’t truly understand their words, I recognized all the voices as my mates’. I worked even harder to please my alpha, licking and sucking and just barely scraping my teeth along his glands, taking him deep in my throat again like I knew he enjoyed.

Some decision seemed to have been made because my pumpkin scented mate behind me started taking me roughly, his hands around my hips helping to pull me back harder onto him. I was pushed and pulled between the two cocks, and I loved every minute—every second of it.

My mate between my legs came first, knotting me and making me call out around my other mate’s cock in pleasure. Then I felt it, the slight increase against my tongue, forcing it flat against the bottom of my mouth as my alpha’s knot grew. He was locked in place behind my teeth, forcing me to breathe through my nose.

This orgasm truly did reach every part of me. From my tongue and cheeks to my stomach and even down to my toes. I was just a body of pleasure, completely relaxed and unaware of everything except the two knots and the electric bliss occasionally shocking my nerves.

Carefully, and so, so slowly, both mates seemed to move in unison, lowering all three of us against the nest’s mattress. My head was gently placed on my alpha’s thigh and the rest of my body turned sideways as well, the alpha behind me curving his body against mine so that both our heads were resting on the same leg.

I loved feeling my alpha’s cum settle in my stomach even if I wished to taste it. As my eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling of so many hands touching me. Petting my hair, squeezing my ass, fondling my breasts, even peppered kisses along my face as if the pair of lips was drawing each of my features.

A purr started up in my chest, and four answering ones responded. This moment was the best in my life.

Unfortunately, knots didn’t last forever. I lost both eventually and then I was ready for more. My heat demanded only knots and cum.

When one of my mates waited too long to start fucking me, my lower abdomen and core would spasm with painful cramps, reminding me that I needed to be filled.

There was no time for sleep except when I was knotted onto a cock. If my mates took me two at a time, however, my orgasm would be so strong that it would knock me out for even longer. And on the rare occasion that I got three of my four mates at one time, I completely blacked out after that.

I had no idea how much time passed—and I didn’t care.

And then, what felt like randomly, with a knot lodged into my core, I felt the fog of my heat officially clear.

Chapter Eight

I didn’t want to leave my nest. Despite my heat being over, my instincts were telling me it was a terrible idea to leave the safety of my nest. All my mates were together, their scents clinging to the room that forced me to taste them with each inhale.

“C’mon, rebel, I’ve ordered food.” Jackson’s cajoling didn’t intrigue me the way he’d probably anticipated. When he exhaled loudly, I knew he was feeling my emotions turn bitter.

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